visial

[creativesoul]

the exacto knives were trying out the whole intersection of color=the student from south africa
her lovely voice
her attention to detail
matt is the king of the critique
a perfectionist with the amazing vocabulary

saturation
hue
value
over and over
then there is the tea cup with rabbit fur
the other classes work line the hallway
i feel lost sometimes in a sea of tools
the color runs down my throat
do you want to touch that
i ask you
the pattern
the mixed media
the way i hear the directions
my weak link
i hear what i want
there is music in the soul
be prepared top listen

now what is an informal anyalsis
my mother is walking on my ideas
deep in a dark room where there is a child wishing
for a day when those paintbrushes would dance
with my hands
the side dishes of columbia county were following me
the witches and her bitches
hunted me like a desperate animal

had one or two moments where i doubted my worth
i keep talking
npo one is listening
maybe i have not said much of anything
because i had nothing to say
that is a bold faced lie
i hear
the sound of creative souls
watching
\waking walking the streets at night

[leafsailors ghost]

The artist knows the empty hours we struggle to be , that we continue is what makes us real I am, I know this the poem you wrote you amaze me with your words poetess.

[creativesoul]

I am feeling that same feeling I used to get when I drank the wine
Woozy with compliments
I would be lying if I thought I was immune
But I pretend
And defend my body and soul
From all that does not embrace the whole
The hole
The one that causes the most trouble when not connected to the heart
The hormones like a cyclone